Chapter 2
The Brute cocked its head foreword. It looked down at 015 and coughed blood on his face plate, and dropped the bayonet weapon to the floor. 013 pulled 015 out of the way, the Brute fell foreword hit the ground, face first dead. 002 stood at the entrance, leaning on the wall he shot his last round of M6C Pistol and hit the Brute, square on the back of its head. "What was the big idea of burying me under all that garbage?" said 002. 013 and 015 gave the two finger Spartan smile over the mouths of their face plates.
002 limped over to 013 and 015. "They were killing us for sport." said the marine who warned them about the Brute. "Took one of us out everyday... hunted us like animals. Nothing to defend ourselves but our bare fists..." The Spartans released Delta Squad. Totaling seven marines, there were several cages, three dozen or so. How many marines were released only to get hunted and killed? "At ease marine." said 015, "Come on, we should get going." said 013 as she walked to the entrance. 015 let two marines lean on him, despite his injured arms, as did 002. 013 opened the Pelican back hatch. 002 and 015 helped the group of marines on board. Once they settled in, the Pelican roared and took off. 015 checked his TEAMBIO. 002 had internal bleeding, two cracked ribs, second degree burns on both hands and a dislocated left shoulder... nothing serious. 013's bios were fine. She always seemed to get out of harms way with out a scratch. 015 checked his own bio-signs, third-degree burns and a numb left arm... he was ok.
He injected the tip of a can of bio-foam into his left upper port. The cold took him a little by surprise. That was good. It meant he would move that arm again in no time. 002 removed both Jackal Shield Gauntlets. The left one, broken from the double fist hammer attack was now useless. The right one, still useable. 015 reloaded his Assault Rifle and pistol. Both gave a satisfying clack. 002 reloaded and also reloaded 013's weapons as well. They landed near what use to be the clock tower, Big Ben. "Well set up camp here." said 013 as she landed the Pelican. "I'll go and look for any type of store, bring back any supplies or food if possible." said 002. "No, we don't know if were in enemy territory." said 015. "Were not," said the one marine, "that was their only camp in London." 002 nodded at the marine and 015, and took off running into the night. 013 leaned against a wall, and slowly fell asleep in the rain.
Even though it was raining... no water got into the suit, so she was comfortable against the wall. The other marines huddled in their own corners in the Pelican and under some dry shelter near some left over buildings. They all fell asleep. Spartan - 015 checked his team roster. So many Spartans that will never be listed KIA... he scrolled down to Blue Team, all still unlisted. Had they all died at the same time? Never able to list each other as MIA… or maybe they were alive... that was even better. He scrolled even further down and saw his group... Omega Team... Spartans - 002, 013, and 015. Were they the last Spartans alive? He shook that thought away. He scrolled to the bottom of the list. There sat Beta Team. Also unlisted... there had to be some Spartans besides them. "There has to be..." he thought slowly closing his eyes... "There has to be..." as he fell into a deep sleep.